Pointing Fingers To Another
To maintain a sustained incompetence,
Left and described...
As signs of the times.
Is perhaps,
A task that is vastly tedious...
For those employed and assigned to mask it,
As the most significant representation of intelligence...
This side of the Universe.
Especially,
When taking into consideration...
A steady rise of unruly and undisciplined children,
Mentioned by a weakened society...
As being restless with a needing of motivation.
And...
Too preoccupied by the advancements made,
In today's speeding technology!
With a common declaration heard,
That passes the buck...
Yet again.
With the ease of an accountability,
No one dares to claim as their responsibility!
Or has become fostered by a lack of their concern.
Pointing fingers to another,
Has becomes as traditional...
As placing blame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blame
who to blame?
we spend all of our time
pointing fingers, looking
for who to blame for
wars, poverty, injustices,
disease, overpopulation,
racism, enslavements,
hunger, homelessness.
who to blame?
men, women, white people,
Muslims, conservative Christians,
right-wingers, gay people, straight people,
the elite, illegal immigrants.
wake the hell up!
all of us bear equal
responsibility in this blame.
we are all a part of the cause.
we are all a part of the cure.
if we spent half as much time
working to fix our problems
as we do pointing fingers.
we'd fix them!
each of us has the right
to our own individuality
but each of us have the
responsibility of our collective
unity
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To Divide Them
Has the advancements made in technology,
Increased the intelligence of human beings?
Has the rising cost of college education,
Awarded anyone a credit towards common sense?
Has the expense of raising children,
From books printed to show how that is done...
Proven to anyone to be successful?
And...
Have those who chose to isolate others,
To divide them and conquer...
Feel any less ostacized themselves?
Has the cure of diseases,
Prevented the spreading...
Of more of them to occur?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Rising Of Those With Less Credibility
Once a campaign has been initiated,
To depict one of intelligence as a fool...
Without knowledge to know what is going on,
The rising of those with less credibility...
Or shown and proven responsibility,
Will always be chosen for their like-ability...
And looks to impress,
That has more influence over anyone left...
With an accountability to express common sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Escape Goats To Use To Confuse The Issues
It will be great one day,
To awaken to hear.
Voices acknowledging their faults.
With an admitting of them,
That eliminates finger pointing.
To end placing blame on others,
For our own actions a suffering to ourselves.
Mistakes and decisions,
WE cause and brought.
There has to be an accountability,
That initiates what happens.
Escape goats to use to confuse the issues,
Never succeeds with lessons taught.
And excuses quickly used to refuse those things we do,
Has to stop looking for someone's back.
To attack,
As we keep packing upon their shoulders.
Our weight to carry as if they are suppose to do that.
Then verbally express our lack of appreciation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Exposing Any Of That Makes Them Upset
How many opportunities should be given,
To those who are clearly incompetent?
'Are they liked and impressively dressed? '
Well...
Yes.
'Do they appear to be dim of wit.
And protected by others who prefer them best? '
Well..
Yes.
Of course.
'Accept their incompetence.
What else should you expect.
A respect for intelligence,
You have yet from them to get?
Stop deluding yourself with reality.
Where has that ever been seen to be detected?
Accept their incompetence.
Forget any signs of intelligence.
Exposing any of that makes them upset.
If not diminished into a novelty...
To diffuse its seriousness.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refusing To Instill An Obedience
A belligerent disposition,
Does not overnight occur or begin.
It has been fostered and condoned in doses.
And began as something noticed,
Regarded as cute!
Especially bestowed upon 'precious' and precocious...
Sweet and adorable manipulative children!
'You are too strict on your children.
All children that age display stubborn independence.'
~I don't consider talking back, throwing tantrums...
In a public display to get their way.
I will spoil them to a certain point.
But a listening to me will be done!
And,
They 'will' obey!
How you raise 'your' children...
Is not how mine will be raised.
In other words...
You stay out of this! ~
Refusing to instill an obedience,
That is respectfully applied...
Undenied.
Without a firm authority...
And at times felt on one's backside,
Can lead to an expensive lifelong embarrassment.
And making attempts to calm unruly kids...
Undisciplined by parents who appear in schools,
To defend what they did...
Ultimately finds someone sobbing in tears,
When a sentence to spend time behind bars...
Is given to a 'child' to sit for years in a prison.
For acts of mugging or threatening with weapons to rob!
If in fact,
Not for violent attacks that left behind someone murdered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But in this Congress, accountability is just a catch phrase, usually directed elsewhere. Demands to personal responsibility or corporate accountability abound, but rarely congressional accountability or fiscal responsibility.
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HEY? Are You Conscious?
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
And you sit there with a list of accusations?
Hoping someone will erase your frustrations?
Everything you tried to claim,
You have said...
Was not your fault,
For a blame game to be laid.
But every decision made,
Resulted from your stubborn ways.
'HEY?
Are you conscious? '
It's yours.
You created it.
Do not attempt,
To put your crap on my back.
You've escape many years,
From accountability by doing that.
And I believe everyone sees,
Just where today you are at!
And yes,
It's yours.
You created it.
Take it back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Echos From the Past Are Heard
If,
For a number of decades...
A pleading made,
Flies away with the birds.
Why are eyes opened so wide today?
As if something rotten has been eaten.
And their bodies are ready to purge.
With an unrelenting cleansing.
And an increasing release of violence,
Does not perturb or disturb those fast asleep.
Why is a society suddenly awakened,
To find itself on collective knees?
Looking for reason,
As to how, when and why...
Their security and peace,
Can be so threatened?
With a clipping of their safety nets,
Right from under their feet!
'We need to reset our priorities! '
Echos from the past are heard.
'We need to be more diligent...
In protecting the wellbeing of our citizens.'
Those echos from the past are heard.
'We need to uphold and maintain those high standards.
Those that are cherished upon this land so loved.
We need to ensure our fellowmen are safe and secure.'
These echos from the past are heard.
And those echos from the past,
Annoy and go ignored.
As if made by attention seeking children.
To leave no one listening.
Or caring enough to pay attention,
Any given that is mentioned.
'Mommy?
There is a man outside.
And he's pointing a gun at our house! '
~Go to your room and pick up your things.
Do as I say.
Learn to obey.~
'That's more problematic than rational.
And poses a preventable illogical outcome.
Promising to have an impacting dire affect.'
~Go to your room!
Before I impact some dire affects on your bottom,
Young man.
Soon!
Do you hear me?
Soon!
And stop being such a smarty pants.~
Echos from the past are heard.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perhaps It Is This Lack Of Discipline
Perhaps there was a sense of responsibility,
Others and myself had perceived as a duty...
When we enisted into the military.
As young men with initiative.
And wanting to prove we had accountability.
Perhaps too it was the knowing,
At the age most of us were 21...
Some of us had married and experienced,
Living away from a known comfort zone...
To begin living lives in other environments,
With a making of a home and on our own.
And perhaps that has been,
The reason for my impatience...
With those who today complain,
About decsions they've made to lay on others blame.
Without having the courage to adventure forward,
To adjust to something new and embrace the change.
And perhaps it is this lack of discipline,
Welcomed by immature grown men and women...
Who believe they are owed entitlements,
Given without earning them...
With demands and claims,
That so many today are clearly insane...
And spoiled by their prioritized delusions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Trying To Express Themselves To Others To Impress
Making attempts to reveal evidence that makes sense,
To someone convinced...
Those 'perceived' to live on the other side of a fence,
Are less than mentally skilled...
And easily dispensed by one's 'will'
Can be difficult to achieve...
When confronted by 'these' types of people.
Especially,
If those needing the exchange of information,
Have issues with their own incompetence being exposed.
And have a mindset that is conditioned to believe,
That those who clearly articulate as if highly educated...
Are not trying to express themselves to others to impress.
But wish to address the importance of current issues.
And one unexpecting such decisiveness directed,
Becomes appalled...
When someone of intelligence,
Identifies and shatters their pretentions...
Unintentionally.
And wanting with an accountability,
To correct defective matters.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Too Many Times
When did the saying to someone 'No! '
Become an invitation to annoy without end?
I can understand why some parents
Have become immuned to listening
To the demands of their children
No longer are requests asked
With courtesy and respect
But a total lack of consideration
Has fast disappeared
From an expectation of getting it heard
Coming with a breath of sincerity
And saying 'no' to anyone today
Gives them rights to say
Why someone is disliked
And that 'no' expressed just might mean
The one saying it has said 'yes'
One too many times!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Low Society
A judge a dentist or physician
In this low society
Trade ambition for position
In this low society
Have you heard its in the stars
Next july we collide with mars
Have you heard it in the bars
In this low society
No more pay and lots of leisure
In this low society
Low society
Im just doing what I can
In this low society
But Im an incidental man
In this low society
I give away what others sell
The secrets yours so never tell
cos if you do youll go to hell
Low society
Side by side and always tired
All for one and no-one hired
All thats left is love inspired
Low society
And when the party is complete
And youre still standing on your feet
The taste of victory is sweet
Low society
And darling dont forget
In this low society
To turn off your t.v. set
In this low society
The most important thing at all
In this low society
Is not to stand too tall
In this low society
In this world that never learns
I can see rome as it burns
All the passion and the power
Turns to ash within an hour
No more play and no more pleasure
In this low society
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A Cutting To Paste From A Snippet Quick
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Today thieves blatantly steal from others,
With a declaration as to what they own.
And dismiss others they choose to disrespect,
With a respect from them that is demanded to be shown.
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
If you don't remember times like this,
Don't concern yourself with it.
You are probably the least affected.
And your life is based upon...
A cutting to paste from a snippet quick.
With an easier claim as a creation you made exist.
To wallow away in a 15 minutes of unearned fame.
Void of originality.
But that's where the minds today,
Prefer to sit to then languish over it.
Bemoaning their boredom with the ease of life.
Only the counting of illegal funds,
For many would make this right!
Remember those days,
When it was said honesty pays.
And people tried their best,
To be respecting of others?
Well
Move over.
You are in the way.
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Fair Thee Well Without Teachers?
ridicule the teachers
gifted teachers with passion heart
society blame teachers
blame teachers for problems
politicians poverty laziness created
blame teachers decades past
for all your problems today
ever heard of night school
upskilling retraining effort
take no guilt no responsibility
blame teachers for problems
fair thee well without teachers?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Spice of Their Lives
As trite as popular expressions go...
'Success of material gain,
Is equated to the depth
Of one's intelligence.'
This is 'probably' the most misunderstood
Perception of 'reality' in motion,
As is...
'Curiousity kills the cat! '
In fact,
The opposite of that may be true!
One never knows...
If 'that' particular cat has attached,
A parachute!
Especially if he has exhausted his 9th life.
And dares to explore a 10th jump...
Without assistance!
But then...
You must admit,
We are living in most unusual times!
Let's explore our observations...
Shall we?
Since those of intelligence,
Are less self indulgent in appearances...
For appearance sake.
It does appear,
However...
Those who choose to adorn their egos,
Do so with something to mask their insecurities!
Preferably with that which masks and matches,
A branded snob appeal!
Collected and accepted...
Between those who go under the knife,
To selected noses for high profile poses!
And that's why they maintain...
Variety is the spice of their lives!
Who amongst them will dispute,
They are the keeper of 'things'?
Displayed, flaunted and certainly flourished.
After all...
They have kept the rusted wheels of economies,
World wide...
Oiled in dependency.
Held in the gracious hands of a precious few,
Within the clutches of well manicured
And greasy fingers!
'Don't let this magic slip from the grip...
Of those plump and moisterized hands, boys! '
And that concludes the purpose for this meeting,
Today!
Any questions?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Expense No One Can Afford
Prior to having experience,
Many had none.
With a willingness to comprehend,
What then in their minds did not exist.
And speeding today with such expansiveness.
Although those abundant with incompetence,
Are threatened and deny those who show...
More confidence, intelligence AND experience.
And in doing so prove their own ignorance is unlimited!
At an expense no one can afford yet accept the restrictions.
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Galore Of Disparity
Plenty in poverty
Poverty in plenty
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Palace like houses on one side
Slums on the other side
Limousines on one side
Hand pulled ricks on the other side
Sky scrappers on one side
Huts of mud on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Medinovas and Apollos on one side
Phcs sans Doctors and medicines on the other side
PGs and Phds. on one side
Thumb impressions on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Bharath made PSLV-CI carrying overhead
Launching IRS-ID on one side
Scavengercarrying overhead
Human excreta on the otherside
Schools and colleges with high-tech
Libs and Labs on the one side
Schools and colleges sans roofs
Teachers and taught, benches and desks on the other side
Common in the society
Created by man or Divinity?
Galore of disparity
Dividing humanity
Perpetuating adversity
Hampering prosperity
Breeding inequality.
Let's
Bridge the gap through fraternity
Thro' sacrifices and sincerity
Forget poverty and live in prosperity
Ensure equality and improve lif's quality!
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Expensive Polished Acrylic Nails
No...
I can not blame them at all.
If children today,
Can not write or read.
Lack discipline and have an abscence of respect.
Lay lazily around the house,
Or move from website to website...
With the ease of a mouse.
Nor can I find fault with them...
For not knowing how to wash a dish,
Sweep or mop a floor...
Or know what hangers in their closets,
Are used for.
But skilled I know they are at this...
Smoking pot and drinking alcohol.
And returning home late,
Anytime they wish!
Irresponsible, yes.
And unaccountable too.
Why the attention is placed upon their teachers in schools?
Does not baffle anymore.
Parents and guardians...
And those monitoring dysfunctions,
Are quick to intellectualize...
The causes of anti-social behavior.
And getting paid high salaries for it too!
But somehow,
None of them seem to have a clue...
That common sense has been distant from their theories!
And the finger pointing that they do?
Is not surprisingly being done...
With loud mouths opened.
And hands manicured and expensive...
Waving in the air,
Those spotted and polished acrylic nails!
And THAT is a guarantee.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No difference
Is there any difference between nature and human nature?
What parameters are there to distinguish and make sure?
How would they react and work in certain circumstances?
Is there any simple formula in store for at once?
It is difficult to judge from outset to come at conclusion
Both are unpredictable and can't have any idea for inclusion
It is guess work and leaves us to set the course in anticipation
Now they have become unreliable and as such give no indication
Human and nature behave in set pattern
They cause more worries and concern
Nothing can be planned exactly for the success
As we are totally clueless and have reliable access
Everything is taking place in same manner
Their action can be seen without any scanner
It is anybody's guess what their next action will be?
There is tremendous change and all that we can see
Nature's deviation can be attributed to some of our actions
Let many things are taking place exactly contrary to invite reactions
Natural disasters are now common and some of the findings reveal
The human greed for nature's destruction is deliberately concealed
The global change can still be understood and addressed
The damage caused is taken into account and assessed
It may not be difficult to exist along side nature in future
But the human behavioral pattern can not be taken for sure
Everybody wants to be come millionaire over night
They are prepared to shed the blood ceaselessly and fight
There may not be any immediate gain or visible end in sight
But fruitless attempts are being made to prove their point's right
It is common knowledge that greed has no wings and can't stop
The human beings are continuing with it despite being flop
They know from the heart what is really going wrong?
The onus is passed by simply observing that he is only one among
It has become traditional to follow the existing trend
They have mastered the art and do not want to mend
Why they should lack behind when every one does the same?
How it can be passed on to single individual for sharing the blame?
It is apparent that it may continue same without any change
It is also rightly said 'nature and human nature is difficult to manage'
Can we wait indefinitely for any possible change and wait the doom?
Can any parent dream or think of pushing their children to gloom?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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